Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Come here, 2017.

Don’t mean to sound like a twat, but let’s review what we have
on our hands. Shall we?

Acceptance. Of growing older, physically (we
can agree I was mentally 42 a decade ago).

Empathy. For snot-faced kids that I’d
previously treat like radioactive Uranium. Because I didn’t have a single walk
out in the cold when my nose didn’t decide to behave like a malfunctioning
water pipe.

Comfort. In finding colleagues that really are
adopted family. And discovering, rediscovering the best of friends. The kinds I
can’t not be completely honest with.

Happiness. And repeatedly finding it in small
meals, small travels, small pegs, small treks, small budgets, (many) small
conversations, small campaigns, small reassurances and massive hugs.